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Last night I knelt low at my lady's feet. / One soft, caressing hand played with my hair, / And one I kissed and fondled. Kneeling there, / I deemed my meed of happiness complete.
She was so fair, so full of witching wiles- / Of fascinating tricks of mouth and eye; / So womanly withal, but not too shy- / And all my heaven was compassed by her smiles.